3.31.2009

the days most tired are daysof most difficult sleep - ease in keeping wakebody worn limpmind fresh, no lull in brainwork

who could sleepwhen instead they could count refrigerator cycles...when my clock fails to shut me downi count rhythms of outside noiseslike city dumptrucksfamiliar taxicab motors en passeneighbors doors closing as they leave for their commuteand that refrigerator...so routine in its job